Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

with my child – hoping it can tell me

can’t reach it, because Roger

Roger shouts, his hands still hard on my

He looks back

the clearing

to look at Roger’s

grave his

like it drains from me. Like I’m frozen,

his gaze, and I see two dark

to each other in the darkness. One covered in the folds of

robes, the other…

set off again in an instant, as fast as I can go – but I can’t run

baby in my

Rafe and my instincts kick in, making me

with a terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared, already elongating

mouth

shock and puts up

no harm. But he speaks fast. “Ella, the

please, give me the

part of my poor motherly

molecule within me screaming to hold him

go again…

forms in

hastily hand my crying child to his godfather. Roger will take care of him,

I take off,

Sinclair

forest and wince as the bright

Fuck, I think, covering the top half of my face with my hands. Is it

morning?

I

don’t remember going to

sit up, wary, trying

even

Inside at all…

around the bright forest and down at the soft

my hands over the crisp white linens. Where the hell am

a soft voice says, and I whip my head

woman standing in front of me. I blink, trying

She’s got to be she can’t

voice low with awe. But she doesn’t answer

I expect, instead

says, shaking her head

hands and smiling down into my face. “You’ve been asleep for

You’re confused. Think about it – you know

“Am I…am I dead?”

at me, slowly shaking her

about these questions, except Dr. Hank says your

is fine. You’re just really, really

up at her. But she just smiles at

lap. My arms wrap